My Master and I have had many many kinky conversations but like they say, you always remember your first. And out first ever filthy chat focused quite heavily on the thought of hot wax.

We discussed it several times in the early days of our relationship (back when I was being a slow learner and hadn’t realised we were properly doing D/s) and I actually bought a big bag of soy wax in anticipation.

And then we got sidetracked with all the other ridiculously fun and filthy kink over the last three years and the bag of wax got forgotten about until a recent clear out brought it to mind again.

It is testament to how much I was determined not to miss hot wax with my Master this time that I actually sent him a specific date I had in mind for it and more or less gave him an order for the first time in our relationship.

Life has got in the way of my Master and I doing any full D/s for a few months and I’ve been missing it. Submission doesn’t just turn me on but sort of recharges my emotional batteries too so for me the scene started long before Sir got to my house.

Researching how best to melt the wax and what to apply it with, picking out what to wear or not wear on the night, incorporating Princess into what I was setting up and then laying out my living room so that it was as close to a dungeon as I can get it meant my excitement built all week.

By the time I was getting dressed for Sir with full slutty make up designed to smudge and smear over the scene for Princess, I had that excitement that you can feel in both your stomach and your cunt. I was the tiniest bit worried I’d built the anticipation up too much as I knelt blindfolded re-acquainting myself with John Holmes for the first time in months as I waited for them to arrive.

I think it was about thirty seconds in when I realised the evening was in fact going to exceed my wildest expectations. My Master started me off by sitting back in my armchair glass of whisky in his hand letting me find his cock with my mouth.

Not only did his cock taste particularly good but he pulled me deeper down on it than I can usually manage by raking his hands through my hair and up and down my back and shoulders which made melt down onto his cock like I couldn’t get enough. Just as I was so blissed I could barely move my mouth round him, he swapped places with Princess and I buried myself in her lap too.

Sir ordered us both onto the floor on our knees and took turns fucking us. He filled me up with his cock and left me wanting more as he pulled Princess on top of him with her ass in the air and told me to use her as my toy. It was time to get the temperature play part of the evening going.

Alongside my hot wax I’d laid out an ice bucket and buried my favourite curved glass butt plug inside it. I left Princess’s ass hot and stinging after a few hard slaps and then pressed the ice cold toy against her. She took the toy in one go and sat down so hard on Sir’s cock I was envious of how filled up she was.

They didn’t leave me for long though, working together as Princess put me in the spreader bar as Sir tied my hands and arms so I was flat on my back, legs spread wide and unable to stop either of them from doing anything to me. I was completely naked, totally immobile and very vulnerable.

It was exactly the moment I wasn’t sure if I could take the pain I thought would be coming and I almost wanted to safe word before we’d even begun. This amount of anticipation after a whole week of waiting was unbearable. I was so wrapped up in in that moment I almost didn’t notice the first drip of wax for a second until a sting of beeswax brought me out of my thoughts and right into the scene.

I didn’t have more than a split second to breathe in before a warm wave of hot wax washed over me. Smoother softer cooler soy wax felt like pure pleasure on my skin. I could feel myself slide into subspace where my body and mind feel incredibly sensitive and attuned yet in soft focus.

Sir flicked and dripped the wax over my tits, warming my nipple piercings with residual heat which gave me much more sensation than I ever get there especially as Princess was flicking her tongue over my clit at the same time. I was just basking on ripples of warmth and orgasms as the sensations built with layers of hardening wax.

It was the first time my Master and Princess have worked together on a kink scene where I am doing active submission rather than just being submissive as I fuck and it felt like being passed from hand to hand if they weren’t letting my feet touch the ground like floating completely securely.

The wax kept coming running and dripping down my torso and arms, flicking onto my legs and tightening as it dried. I knew my Master and Princess were taking turns with it concentrating in places while alternating with bright hot splashes of the beeswax anytime I looked like I was starting to zone too far out.

Usually when I submit to Sir I am very quiet, almost non verbal but this scene pushed me out of that habit because I knew that to keep this pleasure coming I needed to give feedback as it was so unlike anything we’ve played with before. I’ve always thought that talking during a scene would take me out of it but in fact I discovered it enhanced everything.

Although maybe my Master also likes me silent because he gave Princess the order to use the Doxy on me at this point. The way she pulsed it and pressed it against my cunt made me lose my voice into the pull of five orgasms one after like a complete slut as the wax ran across my bare cunt feeling exactly like the warmth of squirting.

I was utterly spent. And my Master and Princess were just ready to get started on each other. I lay back watching as Sir slid his cock into Princess’s stretched welcoming ass and fucked her so hard they both collapsed into me as he came into her.

It was the perfect way to crack the wax they’d worked so hard to build up so that when they untied me and pulled me up off the floor there was a perfect line of wax around my body to prove how we’d spent two kinky hours that were more than worth the wait….

After building me up nicely all morning and afternoon with the John Holmes toy, I was incredibly horny and well stretched when my Master arrived at my house. Wearing the blindfold always makes my other senses as alert as my cunt when I hear the front door open and I was particularly interested to hear that he was carrying a bag with him. My Master rarely brings props but when he does they are well chosen.

I wasn’t entirely surprised when there was a new sex toy sliding into my cunt from his bag of tricks. I was however very surprised when he lifted my head up to close a heavy metal collar round my neck next. My back went so straight in the tightened corset at that point, the toy slipped out of my cunt instantly as the whole dynamic made me even wetter.

And he wasn’t finished there. He pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together with the new hemp rope. I loved the feeling of it scratching against my wrists but felt very vulnerable as he was tying me. Then I realised why it’s important to wait before you decide on things because once he’d bound both my hands, the balance of it turned me from vulnerable to delightfully helpless.

Surprisingly being bound and on my knees with a blindfold and corset trying to hold a large heavy plug in my cunt while my Master pushed my face down onto his cock made me less panicky about swallowing him deeper than I usually do, especially when he was kneeling in front of me for added depth.

I was surprised by how almost tender he was being kissing me as I came tied up and helpless under his hands and then he turned me and had me down on my knees and face first into the sofa in an instant so I was bent over with my cunt up in the air begging for his cock, hands behind my back.

No matter that I still had the huge heavy plug in my cunt, he had plans to stretch me right open with it and his cock at the same time. Part of me felt like it wasn’t possible to manage both and part of me felt like I’d cry if it wasn’t possible. The second he slipped his cock inside I came hard enough to push the plug out which felt like a bonus and a loss at the same time.

Toy slipped back inside my cunt, my Master fucked me so hard I could feel my make up running under my blindfold and I was actually making the kind of noise the neighbours might hear instead of my usual silence. I’ve rarely come as hard and repeatedly as I did especially when he came inside me using my corset to pull me down even harder onto his cock.

Normally he’d have punished me harder for forgetting to say thank you sir for the orgasms but he was clearly feeling benevolent even if he did leave me in that position for a while and spank my ass before he’d consider untying me. I could have stayed like that all afternoon frankly…

You didn’t think I’d tease you with the promise of a Shibari chest harness and not let you see it did you? That’s just what my Master, best friend and I have been doing to Princess all weekend in fact. Not even a little peek for the Brat Princess yet.

I enjoyed the cotton rope around my wrists and ankles but switching to the hemp rope for the chest harness definitely took things up a notch. It engages the senses much more in all ways from the smell to the texture to the feel of it moving on your skin.

Not as coarse as I was expecting, the sensation more triggered a tingle along my spine and made me want to sit up straight in the chair with my senses engaged. The rope slipped over my skin easily and each wrap around my torso tightened in a comforting way as the waist trainer feels.

And I could feel the rope having an effect on my tits almost instantly as they lifted and seemed to get bigger and fuller like I was wearing the most flattering bra ever. I loved it and never wanted to take it off.

Except to try it again without the practical sports bra I was wearing to be the guinea pig. It’d be worth going without the corset for…

I think we all know I have a fairly interesting life but even I was surprised to spend my Saturday afternoon being tied up. Especially since it wasn’t my Master doing it.

Instead I volunteered to help my best friend learn the new skill of Shibari or Japanese rope bondage by being his willing assistant and my Master kindly shared me in return for some photographs.

I’ve never been tied up before unless you count the occasional bed restraints and a very formative childhood experience where some of my brother’s friends tied my hands to a stepladder leaving me kneeling there for ages with a couple of other girls. I think it was a good old fashioned game of Cowboys and Indians that went a little bit darker than the parents who came looking for us eventually were happy with.

I remember the other girls were crying and objecting while I found it the most peaceful experience to the extent where I wondered if there was something ‘wrong’ with me. I felt so incredibly disappointed when I was untied and made to get up and then told how awful it was. I could have stayed there all night frankly. I was about six and I guess that was my first experience of subspace.

I usually like the comforting feeling of being contained by a waist trainer or a blindfold or some kind of restraint but I wondered if rope would make me feel panicky and constricted but I trust my best friend implicitly and there would be no issue if I didn’t like it and no one would be left disappointed and horny.

But I liked being tied up a lot. She started simply with hand ties using a smooth silk rope that felt fantastic against my skin. Despite me knowing nothing about Shibari, I knew instantly when she’d got the ties right because they supported my joints perfectly and took the weight for me allowing me to hold my arms (and later legs) up more easily than I could do myself.

One of the annoying symptoms of my illness is chronic joint and muscle pain and I was slightly concerned being tied up would increase that. I was thrilled to discover that it actually helped and looked much more erotic and submission than using heaped up cushions or stopping to shift position.

We had a lot of fun and laughter and a surprising lack of weirdness about what we were doing and I was impressed how easily she handled the rope and make it work for her. I also enjoyed discussing with her in her top role what I as a submissive would enjoy with Shibari.

There is a real sense of vulnerability and trust in allowing someone to tie you up and we both agreed that this was a time blindfolds wouldn’t work for either of us but instead being told to focus on a certain spot or keep your eyes closed would add more frisson and less friction.

Oddly all the discussion of how submissive rope play is was making me much brattier than usual because by the time I sent the photos of her handiwork to my Master, I was so sure I wanted to try it with him that I was tempted to demand it and pout if he refused.

He was rather impressed by her skills and my enthusiasm and didn’t sound like he needed much persuasion. I hope he has some knot tying skills. Especially when we moved onto the hemp rope and a chest harness next and took it all up a notch…